Snow is falling in the gorgeous imperial palace, the glazed gold tiles are covered with a layer of frost, and crystal icicles hang from the eaves and corners!
Nalan Palace was full of white silk, and everyone was immersed in sadness.
Feng Feiyun walked into the palace and saw Nalan Xuejian lying on the divine jade ice bed. Although his face was still very young and his skin was delicate and white, his hair had turned white and his face was white.
She lay there soundlessly, motionless.
Feng Feiyun stood next to the divine jade ice bed, and gently touched her cheeks with his fingers. What he felt was cold, colder than the snow falling outside.
"When my mother passed away, she kept holding my hand and said that the most unforgettable years for her were the days when she and her father were playing around. At that time, she didn't have to think about anything and she dared to say anything, even if it was to hit his father.
That's what she dared to do. But later on, she gradually didn't dare anymore!" Feng Aier knelt under the ice bed, gently wiping her tears, and pursed her red lips gently.
She was Feng Feiyun and Nalan Xuejian's only woman, the "Sixteenth Princess" that everyone feared, but at this moment she was heartbroken and could not act unruly at all.
(The children of concubines are called biological mothers and concubines, and they are all "mother queens". As for the title "Eniang", it only belongs to the Qing Dynasty.)
Feng Feiyun took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.
Feng Feiyun's body moved and disappeared from the place.
The next moment, he came to the hell of the Hunyuan World of Heaven. He was surrounded by darkness and coldness. A big river appeared in front of him, and there was a long, cold bridge on the river.
"Drink it! After drinking it, you will forget all the troubles and sorrows in this life, and go to reincarnation in the next life."
Meng Po stood at the end of the bridge. She had already scooped up Meng Po soup, but when she saw Feng Feiyun approaching, she put the spoon down again, stared at Nalan Xuejian standing by the Naihe Bridge, and said, "He's here to deliver it."
is you!"
Nalan Xuejian's body was illusory, as if it was made of mist. He stared at Feng Feiyun who was walking slowly, and said: "Why do you come to see me off for the last time when you know that nothing can be restored? I drank Meng.
After the potion, you forgot everything, but wouldn’t you make yourself more miserable by doing this?”
Nalan Xuejian knew that this was not the first time that Feng Feiyun came to the Naihe Bridge to see off old friends. Every time he saw off an old friend, his heart became a little lonely.
Feng Feiyun smiled miserably, gently touched her cheek with his hand, and said: "I only ask you one question, are you willing to be a ghost in hell forever, or are you willing to be reincarnated and be a stranger with me?"
?”
With Feng Feiyun's current power, using the power of Hunyuan World is enough to make her soul immortal and stay in hell forever as a ghost. But is this really helping her? This is the same as being imprisoned in the eighteenth level of hell.
What's the difference between the ghosts among them?
Nalan Xuejian stared at him closely, with sad eyes, and said: "If you can accompany me for thirty thousand years, I am already very happy in this life, and I don't want to be greedy anymore. I am willing to be reincarnated and be reborn!" After a pause, he said
: "After 270,000 years, you will eventually leave. Since parting is inevitable, there is no need for you to come to me in the next life..."
Nalan Xuejian resolutely walked towards Naihe Bridge, scooped up Meng Po soup, took a sip, and then ran away, afraid that she would look back.
When she stepped onto the Naihe Bridge, she forgot everything, stopped running, and walked slowly towards Fengdu Ghost City, never looking back again!
Feng Feiyun stood at the end of Naihe Bridge, staring at her back, crying silently.
Po Meng sighed: "She is a ghost in hell. You can't stay with her forever, but you will remember her forever. She knows that the coldness of hell is a kind of torture like imprisonment for her.
But the person who suffers the most is not her, but you."
"I know it all, I know it. She has always been weak. This time she finally mustered up the courage to make her stupidest decision!" Feng Feiyun felt indescribable bitterness in his heart, "Actually, I still have
There is one thing I didn’t tell her, Nalan, you can also hit me on the head now!”
Nalan Xuejian's soul has disappeared into the mist of hell!
Taizu said that the Meng Po Soup is made from the water in the spring of the Sea of Bitterness. Only after drinking the Meng Po Soup can a person be reincarnated and be reborn. Only by drinking the Meng Po Soup can one's life be immortal. The human world is actually a big sea of suffering.
People suffer, and those who leave also suffer!
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Another fifty thousand years have passed.
Many old friends left again. Ximen Chuixiao, Ximen Coral, Zhongyuan Diangua... etc. all died of old age and were put into coffins. Feng Feiyun would go to see them off and pay homage to them in front of their graves.
A stick of incense.
This year, Yao Ji and Shangguan Mingxian also passed away. When they died, it was an autumn with yellow leaves all over the sky. Fallen leaves piled up in the imperial palace, and the cold wind was bleak!
When Shangguan Mingxian died, she told Feng Feiyun that half of her soul was that of the empress Long Jiangling. This was a secret she had kept all her life and she never dared to tell it for fear that she would be killed by Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun just hugged her with a faint smile on his face: "Actually, I have always known."
There was a hint of joy on Shangguan Mingxian's face, and her lips curled slightly. She was as beautiful as ever, but she was completely silent!
…
The second fifty thousand years passed.
Feng Feiyun sat at the highest position in the imperial palace, watching the courtiers in the court change from generation to generation, and in the end, the only one he knew well was an old turtle.
"Why didn't Prime Minister Zuo go to court today?" Feng Feiyun said.
Maowu Gui was extremely old and said: "Reporting to the Emperor, God's will... Zuo Xiang passed away this morning and died of old age at home."
There was deathly silence in the entire court, and Feng Feiyun was silent for a long time. He closed his eyes and said with deep emotion: "Retreat from the court! Lao Mao, come with me to see this old friend!"
This year, everyone Feng Feiyun knew left one by one. Even the Holy Spirit was dead and could not last forever. Only a few people were still alive in the end!
Feng Feiyun was sitting in the imperial palace, and a mighty force hovered over the imperial city. Dark clouds covered the sun, and there was lightning and thunder in the entire sky.
The female demon walked out of the thunder and lightning and landed in the main hall of the imperial palace. With her hands behind her back, her long hair fluttering, and her evil spirit, she said: "Feng Feiyun, you actually started to sigh, are you really old?
"
Feng Feiyun smiled faintly and said, "You have been defeated by me seven times. Do you still want to fight me?"
The female demon's body was filled with deathly aura, but a faint celestial power was born from the deathly aura, "It won't be the case this time!"
"Have you reached the sub-fairyland?" Feng Feiyun was overjoyed.
The loneliness in Feng Feiyun's heart suddenly diminished a bit.
The female demon gathered up all her strength and said: "I have been fighting with you all my life, and I will let you go this time! Let's go! Let's go to the Fairyland of Clouds together. Almost all our old friends are dead, and there is no room for nostalgia in the lower world.
."
Feng Feiyun shook his head and said: "I promised them that I would accompany them throughout this life and send them all away before I can leave."
"Doesn't your heart hurt?" the female devil asked.
"pain!"
"Aren't you lonely?" the female devil asked.
"It's so lonely that I feel like I'm the only one left in this world." Feng Feiyun said.
The female demon said: "Then I will accompany you for another ten thousand years! After ten thousand years, whether you leave or not, I will go to the Fairyland of Clouds."
In the end, the female demon stayed with Feng Feiyun in the lower world for another hundred thousand years, until her power was too strong to be tolerated by the lower world, and then she opened the door to the fairy world and went to the fairy world of clouds.
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In the winter 230,000 years later, the snow will fall even colder.
Feng Feiyun walked alone in the gorgeous imperial palace, letting the cold wind hit his face as he looked at the palaces in the harem.
Fifteen thousand years ago, in Gongwanzhong where Yao Ji lived, a young and beautiful concubine walked out. Her skin was very white and tender, as if she was only seventeen or eight years old. Her eyes were full of aura, and she bowed to face her.
Feng Feiyun bowed and said: "I, my concubine, pay my respects to the great emperor."
Feng Feiyun looked at this strange woman and said, "Who are you?"
"I was selected to serve the emperor in the palace eight years ago. This is the first time I have truly seen the emperor's true face!" The concubine blinked, full of respect for Feng Feiyun.
Feng Feiyun stared at the familiar palace in front of him and said, "Have there been several generations of owners here?"
The concubine said: "Since the death of Emperor Yao Ji's wife, there have been twenty-three generations of owners here!"
"oh!"
Feng Feiyun nodded lightly, then stepped on the snow and walked towards the depths of the harem, feeling indescribably lonely.
Feng Feiyun came to Gongwan where Nangong Hongyan once lived and stopped. After Nangong Hongyan's death, this palace was sealed up by Feng Feiyun's order and no one was allowed to live here.
In 80,000 years, Feng Feiyun opened this palace door again.
The last time was when Nangong’s beauty disappeared!
Inside the palace gate, it was covered with thick snow. The snow was filled with dry weeds and dead trees growing out of the abandoned grass.
Feng Feiyun's eyes were fixed on a stone table by the pool. He, Nangong Hongyan, and Ye Xiaoxiang used to drink wine and admire the moon there, and listened to them playing the piano and flute there. Those past years seemed to reappear in Feng Feiyun's eyes.
In front of Feiyun.
However, the sound of cold wind sounded, and all the illusions in front of Feng Feiyun were shattered. There was only decay and death in front of him. Even Feng Feiyun and Nangong Hongyan's two sons passed away thousands of years ago, and now only a few are alive.
Grandchildren, great-grandchildren.
Feng Feiyun straightened his clothes, walked out of the palace where Nangong Hongyan once lived, and went to Xuanyuan Yiyi, Mo Yaoyao, Long Luofu...the palaces where they once lived, but no one went there.
The building is empty.
Now, in the harem, the concubines are still young and beautiful, but Feng Feiyun doesn't know any of them. He even occasionally meets a young concubine who feels good about her, but when he communicates with her, Feng Feiyun always feels that she
The awe and fear of myself deep down in my heart is not to regard him as Feng Feiyun, but to regard him as a majestic figure like a myth and legend, the Emperor of Truth.
"Emperor, do you miss them again?" Maowugui climbed into the deserted palace and stared at Feng Feiyun standing in the snow. Seeing that he had been standing there for three hours, he asked.
Feng Feiyun took a deep breath of cold air and said with a wry smile: "It's been 230,000 years! Lao Mao, you're not dead yet?"
Mao Wugui smiled and said: "I'm afraid I won't live for a few more days! Everyone I know has died. Even honesty has left me. In fact, I don't really want to live anymore."
"That's right! After reading all the prosperity, you will find that living is sometimes a kind of pain. It's time for me to hand over the position of emperor to others, and then go out for a walk, and then I may have to leave."
"Bang!"
Feng Feiyun walked out of the palace where Xuanyuan Yiyi once lived, closed the palace door again, and then locked it, locking up that distant memory! And those distant people!